South Lightwind
Lone-lone wanderer, south lightwind's breath,
Tired from the road and lay down to rest
At the edge of forest to the pink sunset
On the softest pillow full of scented herbs.
Though his attention was abruptly caught
By a velvet flower in a hazy thought.
For the first it blossomed early in the spring
With a restive dawn in a girlie mien.
From this lovely present of a sunny prime
South lightwind dreams her in the midnight time.
Slumbers sweetly covered with her ginger braid -
And at first light blows into love she made!
23.12.2016
//перевод-ответ для barbaron на стихотворение "Одинокий странник"
